Beloved solitude, stubborn certainty pleased to lose herself in those exquisite ﻿labyrinths hidden to so many.Pale traces overlapped , confused vibrations, dumb imagesFloating in the air still so cold, rising up to the sky in voluptuous slow vortices The girl stares at the void beyond the railA car approaches along the road slowlyEternal is the time in front of a red traffic light Inconsistent precariousness of the contingentA window opens on the top of the old buildingThe girl turns, conditioned reflex of a momentAn undefined face, gloom, a woman maybeEyes searching for somethingThe girl keeps watching the emptyness againTime still as the airThe morning light caresses the ancient wallsCasts dark shadows, as the questions that cannot be answeredThe girl looks down, closes the jacket and keeps movingWith no hurry, along the desert roadA klaxon in the distanceThe window now closedA breath of wind along the squareBorders and snippets of existences to balance the weight of another voidSouls in the city, ﻿labyrinths of possibilities and perspectivesToo far to take shape and consistenceImpossible to weave together, unthinkable to tie

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​Stories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk. Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience. A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths. ​